Intro: {sample from movie}Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studioNever get to see or hear a record being madeAnd only experience the finished productUntil now, you had no way of learningOf the anormous complexity of the recording processAnd this limits appreciation of musicWe can't hope to explain all the complexityBut we hope to give you some insightFor the musical forces at workAnd have a good time in the processChorus 2X: Lil DapRun for you life, if your life you liveLive behind the gun, and this is what you getTwo slugs to the head, and you're dead and goneListen to the word, that's how word is bond{Agallah}Word is on the corner of Gas & the PlateThe don who got laced up by mistakeTime flies yo we chillin at his wakeSittin up, suing down and shit feel type fakeNice '88 black is held down with the white faceThe way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his willHear them be sneaking upon niggas, 'cause he love to killMet war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyageOne fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your momThe rise of your life is on, negative or positiveYou trying to live right or wrong, something just got to giveEven if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen himPrisoners walk, always try to go for freedomYear two thou, back space, niggas delete themPraying god, everytime we eatinChorus 2X{Lil Dap}My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peepsSweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholarsMore power to devour all these fake MC'sUncle Tom brought the playa hating jellin on meSo we jellin to our music, 'cause that's all we knowBreak it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flowWalkin days or nights, business sights and fightsBodies and souls are gettin picken all nightIndeed yo, in the streets this is what you seeTry to speak the forth, but no one understands meMoms please listen to me, turning dust into blackRunning straight for my life, and there's no turning backChorus 2X{Blackadon}Yo were I'm from ENY, where there at? BrooklynGot heads turning, from Cali to Fort TenI've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dickI'm strickly gettin bizYou know who it is, when you from BrooklynEvery fuckin borough scared of them crook kidsAnd don't wonder why, just please come throughWith your 10 karat ice, and see what we doIt ain't nuthin new, just the same old thingWill snatch your chain, invect your brainThat was my frame of mind, when I think way backThe only thing to say was, my name was K SlackTo overgate my sins, so I can be born againStill livin the Brooklyn rasta farayanYou listen to my words, and you will be bornA life filled, a child wornChorus 2X